Fruits of Her Labors

The fruits of her labors collect in a bowl
like a trophy of triumph from glorious days of old.
The grapes she sees as accomplishments met.
The pears are relationships she will never forget.
The cherries are challenges she managed to transcend
by pitching the seeds into a compost bin.
And orange we all glad for the humor she’s sustained
while juggling peaches, bananas and apples in the rain?
She is the star fruit, exotic and sweet.
The blood of pomegranates puddle at her feet.
The melons of coly have made their escape,
so she savors the labor of peeling a grape.
                                                            --Rhea Giffin ©2001

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